death-of-all:

This is something I’ve been thinking about for some time based on my experiences with anxiety. These are solely my own thoughts on my experiences.

I think that this is slightly more specific to social anxiety, but I think it still fits the blanket term. 

Drawn for my sister

"Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are your own fears."

Rudyard Kipling (via onequoteperday)

"

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
Because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
And read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
Took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
With tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
And he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
Because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because of its new paint
And the kids told him
That Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
With thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
When he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
His mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
When he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
Because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
And a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
Of the Apostle’s Creed went

And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
Or even talked
And the girl around the corner
Wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
But he kissed her anyway
Because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
His father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
He tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
And a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
Because this time he didn’t think
He could reach the kitchen.

"

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via mylifeasmyself111897)

"Όλοι οι φίλοι μου ζωγραφίζουνε με μαύρο χρώμα
γιατί τούς ρημάξατε το κόκκινο.
Γράφουνε σε συνθηματική γλώσσα
γιατί η δική σας μόνο για γλείψιμο κάνει.
Οι φίλοι μου είναι μαύρα πουλιά και σύρματα
στα χέρια σας. Στο λαιμό σας.
Οι φίλοι μου."

Κατερίνα Γώγου. (via empty-jar-of-fairytales)

"I do not understand why when I ask for a grilled lobster in a restaurant,
I am never served a cooked telephone. I do not understand why
champagne is always chilled, and why, on the other hand, telephones,
which are habitually so frightfully warm and disagreeably sticky to the
touch, are not also put in silver buckets with crushed ice around them.
… I do not understand … why no one invents taxi-cabs more expensive
than the others fitted with a device for making artificial rain which would
oblige the passenger to wear his rain coat when he got in while the
weather was fine and sunny outside."

The Secret Life of Salvador Dalí, Haakon M. Chevalier (trans.), Dial 

Press, New York, 1942, p. 271.

(via poetictiouseden)

Just a small farewell to another year

I am sure that today your tumblr feed is full of new year resolutions’ posts but I am going to spend the next lines to farewell the year that will over tonight.

So, the only thing I am asking you is to devote 5 minutes before all these joyful feasts and parties begin to think about the following things:

1) All these people who made 2013 a special year for you. Either you’ve known them for so long and they still stand by you or you’ve just met them and they made such a great impact in your life. Think about all these moments you shared together and do not hesitate to tell them how important they are for you. Do not postpone it; whenever you have the chance to do it, just do it. They deserve it.

2) All these great memories this year has brought to you. All these times you’ve done something special which was remarkable and all these precious everyday moments that always make you smile. Recall them. See, you’ve just smiled.

3) All these painful moments this year may have brought. I hope they were as few as possible. Don’t spend a lot of time for them. Just take a few seconds to remind yourself that they have passed and they are not coming back.

4) All these things that were haunting you for the past year or for the past years. Life is too short to be frozen in a steady situation for years. Empty your mind and soul from all the unecessary sadness. Learn to leave things behind.

5) Look back at the December 31st, 2012. Look who you were and where you were back then. You are not the same. You have evolved in your own way.

Happy New Year, everyone! May 2014 be generous in good memories for all of you! :)